Philadelphia takes St. Patrick’s day very seriously. They celebrate for three weeks here. Definitely a good place for an Irish descendant like me. We had a great time making new friends in our apartment complex and drinking green beer to CMT. You know you’re ready for anything when you can make a batch of chocolate cookies in 15 minutes and just happen to have green sprinkles in the cupboard. Just saying.
When I graduated from college, my dad took me on a tour of the northern half of Ireland (with a forray into Northern Ireland which really should go back to the south) and I had such a blast. We went in June and had gorgeous weather. The photo above is in the north, near where my dad’s family came from: Isle Magee. Definitely have to plan some time to go and dig in the old archives there some day.
He was less than thrilled when we went through the Jameson distillery in Dublin and I got selected to participate in a whiskey tasting. He was even less thrilled to take a photo for me, but he did anyway (thanks Dad!).
Even in June you’ll see leprechauns wandering the streets. The little people still permeate every part of Irish life. One road we drove on was purposely curved around a bush where the faeries were known to congregate.
And it wouldn’t be a trip to the Emerald Isle without a visit to the amazingly beautiful Cliffs of Moher. And a trip down memory lane to the bob I had all through college…Some days I think about cutting it again, then I think better not, it’ll never grow out again. And I’m back on the long-hair train.
A few things I’ll be looking out for next year? Some VV luck, a perfect southern Irish tee, and a field of lucky clover.
What did you do to celebrate St. Patrick driving the snakes from Ireland and bringing green beer to America?